This time I really got hit, hard. I deserved one slap on my face for not being more paranoid over him. The photos are killing me. I never thought it would be that girl, that girl in KC. I shouldn't be feeling this, I've moved on. I am supposed to, but somehow jealousy got over me. It was starting to get well, then I just had to be so stupid. Nowadays life seem meaningless, I never have a super-happy day outside. I'm always having problems. God really seem to be doing his homework to make me stronger. My eyes twitch to warn me what is going to happen next. It always does at work. I got fucked 3 times for nothing. Why is it always me? Why do all good things come to an end. Every single day's pain hurt more than breaking up with him. At least I could stay home and hide myself away. I don't have to fake whereever I go. Family, love or friends? Which would you choose? I don't even have an box to check. Family- everybody have their own lives. Love- more like a scandal. Friends- nobody ever treasure me. Everybody come to me for advice, money. When they have their own friends, where am I. Even P does it, why do you think about the rest? Really only one I can say, F.